I sometimes...
hate myself to death. I can't even stand to look at myself in the mirror. Hate the sight of me, of who I've become. What made me this horrible, timid, cowardly person. And this feeling usually comes when I admit defeat. Defeat to something that to some might be such an insignificant issue that makes me feel even smaller. Like yesterday. But only for a moment. Today I woke up with a new strength. Knowing the fact that life will go on and I just have to keep fighting and striving to reach my goals. Of this and that. Of gaining just a bit more wisdom that last time. Of getting this...
Posted in: on March 20, 2007 at at 8:16:00 AM
